Creative Writing: The Haunted House

Suddenly at the back of the room I saw a what looked like a moving corpse. It turned its head in my direction and smiled, blood covering the mouth region. And as the creature smiled I saw broken, blood bathed, teeth. Long, matted, and rugged hair ran down its back, giving it an animalistic appearance. It moved towards me in a limping, ugly manner. I backed away whimpering. I backed my way right out of the foul doorway and into the grimy hall. I continued to back up until I backed up as far as possible. Snarling, the living nightmare in front of me continued to make its way towards me, stumbling over bodies as it went.

I have no human bed to sleep in, everybody else closes their doors, so I am left to sleep on a pile of clothes. I was so upset with her when she brought home another creature. You see I am a indoor cat, so I never go outside, like never. When the open the door to the outside door I just stare at it until someone closes it. So I have never seen another creature other than a human. So when I saw she had a box and inside contained a small white creature with red eyes, creepy, I got super scared and curious. I smelled it and I touched it! When I did I ran away. I heard her say, “ I saved him from being killed, they were going to euthanize him if I did not get him. Look at him he is the cutest rat ever!” I have no idea what euthanize is but I think the he can save himself. He is a rat, rhymes with cat, so that means he is must be related to cats. I still don’t like him,and sometimes I get the urge to just paw at him, but Cindy always gives me a look when I go near him, so she put him in one of the little human’s

Every night my nightmares would wake me up. Nightmares of the same horrible creature haunted my mind. It wasn't until one night when I finally slept long enough for 'him' to gain my trust. Eventually I was sleeping more just to be closer to him. "Why is it you find me so trustworthy?" He asked one night "because I have no reason not

My confidence was nothing more than fear and mere hope that I escaped my current predicament unharmed. In a span of what seemed like an instant, the beast had ripped open the building entrance from its latches and grabbed me. His strength and quickness left me paralyzed and unsure of what to do. I could feel my body being ripped apart, and the very life I was going to drain from his eyes was currently being drained from mine. His teeth were sharp and unforgiving on my body. I could feel every limb torn from my body and could not help but wonder is this is really how I am going to

I jump and scream. As I get half way through the Woods I trip on root coming out of the ground. Scrapes are covering my knee, blood gushing! I limp my way through the woods tripping and falling as I go. I finally see the backyard of my house, but first have to get through the neighbor's yard. Hopefully that angry dog is locked up! I think to myself! But as I reach the neighbors yard I see the vicious, angry, horrifying dog standing there with his slobber all over his mouth Just staring at me. “Nice doggy” I said sweetly. But it doesn't work. He comes chasing at me only couple yards away! “ Bruno!” Yells the neighbors owner.”Stop this instant!” Bruno goes walking toward the man slowly. “Kenal! Now!” Bruno walks past me growling while walking toward his kenal. “Sorry about that,” says the owner. “Here i’ll help you home.” He says sweetly. As we approach the door, my mother opens it quickly. “What happened? Are you ok?” “Yeah.” I reply. “Well thank you!” “ No problem.” says the man. When I walk inside mom quickly cleans up my knee and sends me straight to bed. As I lay in bed I think of all the crazy things I did today. This was a day I would never

It began the morning of September 1, we slept soundly through the night as we had always, but this time it was different. I heard ringing from the hallway but I wasn’t sure what it was, I peeked through the doorway,there was a creature standing there about to come in my room I slammed his head in and he suddenly stopped. As I went back to sleep and after five minutes I heard it again, this time the creature

I stepped back just as the thing came into existence. It raised it’s machete and was just about to strike when I sidestepped of the way. I had two choices. I could run to the partial safety of my car, or I could tire the night out running from that thing. I then realized I my only hope to survive was to kill this savage. I broke out at a full run, my muscles tiring from fatigue. I turned the key and was surprised to see my car starting. I peeled out and kicked it into gear and bore down on my pedal. Then I hit him and I sent him flying. But then he rolled over and got up. His fractured arm snapped back into place as he looked straight at me. I shivered as a glint caught my eye. His machete was lying in the grass right next to me. He didn’t seem to notice it, but surely noticed me. He came at me with a renewed hatred. He lunged at me. And I dived into the grass, emerging with the machete in hand. I ran towards him and sliced, into thin air. The thing was standing in front of me and let out a psychotic laugh. I then grabbed the Reaper and sent the blade through it’s heart, or where I thought it was. Instead of falling, it dissolved into pure black

As I learned nothing will kill me and I don’t understand this because I would like nothing else then to stop the eternal suffering and just end it all. Those thoughts had to wait until I found and killed her for good then maybe I would get my peace and resolve for once. I wiped the blood off my chin and collected all the coins from the dead putting them inside a pouch which slipped into the top of my corset. It’s not like they would be spending money anytime soon and I needed it to escape so I walked out of the tavern as if nothing happened and walked out of the town. I heard screaming and shrieks from a far but no one knew I had committed the murders and they couldn’t trace me to it they hadn’t even heard my name. I followed the hints of mother that I could through the years whether it be multiple killings in one area or her scent in the air. I had been closer on her trail and finally got into the same country she was

By now, it's eight in the evening, and I'm almost too tired to stand. This past night, I was up until six in the morning, too frightened to even close my eyes. Images of my stalker trying to enter my room have never stopped flashing in my mind since it had happened.

The man that saw my first was trying to kick down my door! Then a creaking sound came from behind me. The secret passage was opening! I quickly grabbed the fire poker I had in front of the fireplace, but it was too late. He had me in his arms. The next thing I remember is waking up in a ditch, with a throbbing head, and the words “Beware Piggy's” written on my shirt. My first reaction was where am I? Than I realized that the police station was right in front of me. When I stood up I immediately was rushed to a hospital by a cop that was just leaving for patrol. The doctor told me I had a fractured skull and a concussion and that he was going to prescribe me some pills. The hospital gave me some clothes to wear and they sent off my other clothes to the police statio for evidence and to see what they could find on them. I called a taxi. I hadn’t even said to the driver that I didn’t have any money on me because I was attacked and he said that I don't need to pay for the trip home. I didn’t have to say where I lived and he drove right there which immediately set off a red flag. Then I remembered my dog, but when i walked in there wasn’t a thing in sight that resembled a break in. Let alone a dog murder. Every last

Well this beast being a raccoon with rabies. I ran, I ran, Then time stopped. I put the raccoon high in the tree and ran. I would run faster but I couldn't. I had to go, and I ran to the house as fast as I could. I finally made it, I finally made it home and I sat down and thought, "How could I use my power for good? How could I use my power for anything other than mischief?" I laid on my bed, wondering if I would ever find out what I could do to make things right, and I sat there, wondering, I was doing nothing but wondering. All day and all night, wondering, Just

One would ponder upon the narrator's consciousness that his misery would create an ability to find "joy" in having the sweet creature around again. Surprisingly, the author grows "disgusted and annoyed" by the cat's presence again, which gradually rises into "bitterness of hatred" and he looks upon the cat "with unutterable loathing" (325). The cat's excessive pertinacity of overly affectionate personality towards its master grows a repulsive reflex into the narrator such that he perceives the cat's "loathsome caress," its "odious presence" like a "breath of pestilence" rather than its loving personality and loyalty (325). "Evil thoughts bec[o]me my[his] soul intimates - the darkest and most evil of thoughts," which lead him to commit a brutal murder towards his own wife thus representing the destructive revelation of the plot (i.e., self-destruction in this particular story) (326).

I walked through the gate that was still barely open. I walked down the alley hoping that i could find a cat to talk to so i could get some information about Willow. I Didn't see much but now i was panicked running up and down the alley hoping for any leads about her. I knew that her body wasn't just left there because i had walked over the area where we had the fight and she wasn't there but it brought back memories, bad memories. I kept my pursuit to find anybody, i sweat was dripping down my face but i was not giving up. I than turned around again to run to the other side of the alley in hope to find some cat. I saw one i ran over to it not caring if i was the least bit intimidating i was so focused on my main goal to set everything straight. I greeted my self and turns out that it was her broth. I was scared that this cat was crazy to kill me especially after what i had done to his sister. I backed off as the cat got close to the ground ready to pounce on me. I was not ready to fight and after what i promised my self i was just going to run away if

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.